He accompanied the chief inspector when the latter escorted the two Chinamen to their car, and whistled softly between his teeth while Winter and he were walking to Scotland Yard.

The big man glowered at him once or twice, but passed no comment.

When they reached the Embankment, Winter took Furneaux to his room, but left him instantly.

He was absent a long time.

When he came in again he was cheerfully placid.
Walking toward their favorite restaurant in Soho, they met a newsboy running with an edition of an evening newspaper damp from the press.